Well the explaoits of our Cyclists at the games haven't been lost on even the most cranially challenged of Scousers.

On the way back from a ride with a clubmate two scallies in a Ford focus shouted, laughed and pointed "Bejings that way mate!"

They even pointed South-West ish, which wasn't too far off! After that incredible feat of brainpower and wit, they stopped at the lights and then tried to reverse into us swerving left and right as we approached. We nestled into the traffic and were glad they turned off.

Going over Watership Down in a group a while back, we passed a pile of rust which might once have been a Vauxhall Nova complete with pimply youth, can of coke if one hand, MacRatburger in the other who yelled out 'Get A Life'

The group as one dissolved into laughter

Late to this thread, but doesn't this one say all that needs saying?

I was told this story at the first cafe control at Bude on the 2005 Kernow & SW. With my beans on toast on the outdoor table in front of me, and the Sun beating down on a glorious sea view, it seemed all the funnier.

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The old Legion hand told the recruit, "When things are bad, bleu, try not to make them worse, because it is very likely that they are bad enough already." -- Robert Ruark

I had "Get a fucking helmet you cnut" by a city type this evening. I just shouted "I got one where it really matters"

How about "I only wear it riding you're Mum in case I fall off"

Jacomus-rides-Gen will know the traffic lights I mean at the bottom of Shooters Hill by the 24hr chemist in Welling, around midnight on the way back from a pub run a chavNova puled up but had given me room so I gathered the driver had a bit of sense. [Drunk passenger one] leans out as we are stopped at the lights "I hate fu**in cyclists"

[Me] "Glad to hear it, I wouldn't want you fu**in me you ugly git" to his mates "the chemists is still open I think his medication has worn off"

I had "Get a fucking helmet you cnut" by a city type this evening. I just shouted "I got one where it really matters"

How about "I only wear it riding you're Mum in case I fall off"

Jacomus-rides-Gen will know the traffic lights I mean at the bottom of Shooters Hill by the 24hr chemist in Welling, around midnight on the way back from a pub run a chavNova puled up but had given me room so I gathered the driver had a bit of sense. [Drunk passenger one] leans out as we are stopped at the lights "I hate fu**in cyclists"

[Me] "Glad to hear it, I wouldn't want you fu**in me you ugly git" to his mates "the chemists is still open I think his medication has worn off"

That junction inspires the most confusingly unpatterned behaviour from drivers. One day everyone will let me cross the junction and pass, other days there will be abuse screamed, other times two cars will attempt to pass me though the junct!

I call it the Bermuda Triangle of my commute.

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"The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity." Amelia Earhart

Riding near to the Tay Bridge (on the Fife side) when 4 of Dundee's finest in a silver Saxo pulled up alongside basically forcing and holding me in to the kerb. Front passenger Ned starts to shout some unintelligible type of abuse in my general direction. Unconcerned and uninterested I pedalled on, they kept pace and the abuse continued so I reached down and took out my water bottle, took a drink and then squirted most of the contents at the front passenger Ned much to the amusement of the other 3 Neds. Front passengers response was to vocally doubt my parentage.

At this point the driver started to make progress away and front passenger Ned, in a final act of defiance, sticks his arm out of the window presenting the universal one finger salute, however driver Ned had to decelerated because of a car that had just overtaken us, giving me the once in a life time opportunity to grab the extended middle digit and brake at the same time (brake leavers on my tops). Needless to say passengers Ned’s scream as his arm was pulled backwards could be heard far and wide, much to the amusement to the 2 Neds in the rear of the vehicle. Sadly I had to let go as the Saxo pulled away but I hope that passenger seat Ned had to visit the nursing staff in Ninewalls Hospital to had his finger relocated anything less would not be equitable.

I did wonder how they'd react if I stopped dead, pulled out the spanner from my bag and asked them to repeat it...

Some years ago, in real foul mood, I stopped when a group of mid-teens on the way home from school (I supposed) made one of the more offensive comments. I did not stop dead, just pulled into a lay-by and rested against the wall. There was silence and nervous glances as the group walked up the road and past me. Nobody said a thing.

I am short, fat, female, ginger and ride a bike (slowly) - doomed, really. I get a lot of oiks shouting at me It doesn't usually bother me, other than the utter tossers who think it's funny to pass you really close whilst deliberately shouting/hitting the horn/massively revving the engine in a not-even-slightly-amusing attempt to startle you and make you wobble off. It's only happened a few times, but it really, really makes me cross.